The feeling of Danse's orgasm against him prolongs his own pleasure and leaves him twitching in Danse's arms, muscles jumping as he whines into every kiss, meeting them with equal urgency. As they slow, and Deacon's body turns more to face Danse, he sighs happily against the nuzzle to his cheek and pets a hand through his hair.
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"Mmh," he hums, "Good morning to you, too."